Jeff was out of the apartment by the time I get up. He had made fresh coffee for me and even left a little note saying that he was sorry he had yelled at me before and that he was glad I was acting in a "proper and dignified manner".
I couldn't help but smile when I read the note. My sweet husband may be considered an up-and-coming genius at the hospital, but he was considered a damn fool at home. Still, he meant no harm.
I opened the apartment door to get the morning newspaper and, as I was bending down to get it, Steve burst out of his apartment, knocking me back into mine.
"Charge!" he screamed, grabbing me by the arm. He was in his bathrobe, as before, only he had a fistful of neckties with him this time.
"Steve, stop it!" I shrieked, trying to regain my balance. He barged his way into the apartment and closed the door behind him. "I haven't got time for this kind of thing today!"
"So, we meet again, my sweet!" he said, a playful sparkle in his eyes. "I've come to kidnap you, take you to my place, then fuck the living shit right out of you." His eyes scanned down to my legs, then up my body again. I was dressed in my usual T-shirt and panties.
I burst into a giggle and twisted free from Bruce, dashing through the kitchen and into the living room with my wonderfully demanding lover at my heels. Steve made a lunge for me, missed, and ended up falling on the couch. I rushed into the bedroom and hopped up on the bed, waiting for him anxiously. When he appeared at the bedroom door, I started bouncing on the bed, my big tits wobbling as the nipples turned hard.
"It's the big, bad wolf! And look what a big cock he has!"
Steve's prick stuck out through the opening of his robe. I bounced on the bed, feeling my sensitive nipples rub against my T-shirt. When Steve leaped for me I made no attempt to get away. His strong arms wrapped around my waist and together we came crashing down on the bed. He rolled me onto my stomach and tied my hands behind my back, just as before. Though I fought him, I certainly didn't fight very hard.
"Help! Someone help me! Rape!" I giggled, not loud enough for anyone outside the apartment to hear. The last thing I wanted was for the police to come charging in and break this up.
Steve tied my ankles together, then used a third necktie to gag me.
"This way you won't be calling for help in the hallway," Steve said as he tied the gag tight. Grabbing me by the shoulders, he hoisted me into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, then flopped me over his shoulder and stood up. With my fanny in the air and my long blonde hair hanging down over my face, I couldn't do anything but let him take me to his apartment and, no doubt, fuck me into ecstasy once again.
As Steve carried me through the hallway to his apartment, I heard another man's voice.
"What the fuck is going on here? Don't move, mister!"
"Hey, this really isn't what it looks like," Steve said, stumbling for an excuse. "Why don't we step into my place and talk this thing over?"
Steve carried me into his apartment and closed the door. The voice of the other person was familiar, but I just couldn't place it and, because of my hair, I couldn't see who it was. I was placed gently on the kitchen floor and finally got a chance to see who my intended hero was.
"Now, would you like to explain all this?" John said.
"It's really very simple," Steve said, trying to hide his burgeoning cock.
John looked at me and smiled. It was the same smile that sent cold shivers of fear through me before. His eyes were icy as they took in my body. The incredible pain he had caused in my bunghole when his enormous cock was rammed up it flashed once again in my memory. Would he fuck me in the ass again?
"So, you're getting in on a little of this action, eh?" John said, striking a nonchalant pose. "My name's John and, well, I've already introduced myself to Amber."
"I'm Steve. Listen, there's enough of her to go around, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean," John replied. He grabbed me under one arm and Steve took the other. Together they dragged me into the living room in front of the couch. The two men sat down and John started undressing as Steve took the gag from my mouth.
"You're not going to hurt me, are you?" I asked John.
"Not if you do exactly as you're told." His big cock, several inches longer than Steve's, flopped down from his waist as he pulled his shorts off.
"Suck my cock, Amber," Steve demanded, holding his cock by the base.
"Of course, lover," I murmured, licking my lips to make them shine even more. "I'll do anything you ask me to."
Lashing my tongue over the cock's big crown, I licked off the cum that trickled out, then opened my mouth wide to encase the head in my lips. Steve moaned and leaned back on the couch, watching his cock disappear in my mouth. I bobbed my head several times over Steve's prick, taking just a few inches of it in my mouth as I adjusted my tied feet beneath me, then pushed my face down, feeling the trembling cock slither past the back of my mouth until it was wedged firmly in my throat. My painted lips chewed on the very base of the cockshaft as I worked my tongue as best I could on the underside of the fleshy prick. My mouth was completely stuffed with hard prickflesh.
"Amber sure sucks a mean cock," Steve said quietly, watching me as I slowly pulled my head off his prick. "Yes, sir, she sure does a cock justice."
"Let's see how she does on this big bastard," John said, slowly fingering his prick.
I uncorked Steve's cock from my mouth, planting a few light kisses on the slick head before wiggling over to kneel in front of John. His cock wasn't even half-hard yet, so I had little trouble taking it all the way down my throat. With his flaccid tool embedded in my mouth, my tongue worked frantically. I could feel his prick steadily growing, stretching further down my throat. It twitched and trembled, reacting to the wet warmth and soft caresses of my lips and tongue.
John's big cock, which bad caused me so much pain before, now was a delicious piece, of hot meat that delighted me. I bobbed my head over it, feeling my smooth lips sliding easily over the slick, saliva-coated cockflesh.
"Damn it, John," Steve said, "you've got one hell of a big cock there."
John didn't reply. He just moaned deep in his throat as I tightened my lips on his prick. Licking around the big crown, I looked at John with complete reverence. I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth. I planted a few light kisses on the head, then stretched my lips wide and pushed down on his hard prick, feeling it push into my mouth until the bulbous cockhead was jammed down my throat.
"Mrnmmmm!" I moaned, feeling John's hot rod throbbing with excitement in my throat. My pussy grew moist, anticipating the hard cock it would soon be getting. The picture of either John's or Steve's cock ramming up my tight bunghole filtered through my mind. Would it hurt as bad again, or would the wild ass-fucking drive me into a wrenching orgasm?
"Hey there, Amber, let's not forget about me," Steve said, stroking the side of my face as I worked on John's cock.
"Mmmmmmm!" I moaned, pulling my lips along John's quivering shaft. I let the cockhead slip from my mouth, then licked down to his big, hot cum-laden balls. "This is so good. Two cocks at once," I murmured, taking a whiff of John's crotch.
"As long as she seems so preoccupied with that huge pole of yours," Steve said, "I might as well find a hole somewhere."
"Oh, yes! Fuck me, lover. Fuck me while I suck this big, beautiful cock."
Steve got off the couch end moved behind me, taking my asscheeks in his hands. He caressed my butt, then took his hot tool and rubbed the crown up and down the crack of my ass. I raised myself slightly, giving Steve more room to get at my warm, tight pussy. Finally Steve found my wet crease and worked his cockhead against my clit several times.
"Ohhhhhhh! Fuck me, Stevie! Give it to me good!" I said, mumbling into John's crotch. I licked his nutsac for a few more moments, then licked my way back up to the tip of his cock.
When my twat was stretched tide by Steve's prick, I wrapped my moist lips around John's cockhead again and bobbed my head quickly, wanting to taste his cum in my mouth at the same time Steve shot his wad in my snatch. Could anything be better in the whole world than having a cock in your mouth, another in your cunt, while the men are strong, forceful and, thank goodness, manly?
Steve thrust his hard cock in me from behind, smacking his pelvis against my firm asscheeks. I was bumped forward slightly, forcing me to deepthroat John. I twisted my head from side to side, pivoting on the blood-filled prick while Steve pistoned his cock in my clasping twat. My honey colored hair spilled into John's lap as I took his rod between my lips. He took strands of hair between his fingers and thumbs and caressed the silky locks, groaning low in his throat.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Steve grunted each time his hips slapped against my butt and his trembling cock embedded deep in my cunt. He slumped over me, taking a handful of tit in each hand as his torso jerked frantically.
John jerked my bobbing head off his cock and I looked at him with wild, frightened eyes. His eyes had turned cold, that vicious glint having returned. I froze under his stare, hardly conscious of Steve's urgent fucking and mauling of my tits.
"Hey, buddy," John said to Steve. "Let's fuck her at the same time. I'll fuck that tight little pussy and you can jam it up her butt."
"Ohhhhhhh! Man, she's got such a fine cunt, I don't want to stop." Steve kissed me on the back of the neck, his hot tongue making a wet trail to my car. And then, without warning, he pulled his cock from my twat and backed away from me.
John pulled a switchblade knife from his pants and slashed the bindings around my ankles. I turned my back toward him, hoping that he would also cut my hands free. No such luck. Instead, he lay on the floor with his fat cock resting lazily against his belly.
"Get on top of me," he ordered, dropping the knife on the floor beside him. "I want to suck on those firm tits!"
I moved over, putting a knee on either side of his body. John aimed his cock at my snatch as I lowered myself and it pushed easily past the furry opening. I bounced up and down, my tits jiggling freely with the nipples hard and pointed, until John's long, fat prick was completely pushed in me.
"Ohhhh! Fuck me, John! Awwwww! That feels so good!" I moaned, throwing my head from side to side, causing my hair to fling about wildly. As Steve moved behind me, I caught his cock and felt that it was hard but dry.
"Wait a minute, lover," I said, still bouncing on John's prick. "Let me suck you a little bit. We'll need some lubrication or you'll kill me."
Steve moved to the side, his cock aiming straight at my open, hungry mouth. I took his rod right down my throat straight away, chewing on the tender flesh with my lips. I salivated freely, getting the hot prick covered with my spit. As I worked on the tool with my mouth, John squeezed my plump tits, pulling on the little brown nipples.
I pictured myself, as if there were another Amber standing outside my body and watching me. A young married woman, hands tied behind her back, long, wavy hair falling down her back as she humps up and down on a big cock. Her smooth features are twisted, distorted from a second cock which sticks out from her face as she throws her head to and fro along its length. Her tits are being roughly squeezed and she loves it. Low, animal-like moans come from her throat as her lips slide over the cock. She's in heaven, sent there by two men who have tied her up and forced her to service their lusty pricks.
"Fuck me in the ass," I suddenly screamed, driven wild by the image in my mind. "Butt fuck me, Steve! Cornhole me hard, you bastard!" Were those words really coming from my mouth? I couldn't believe it, yet I knew exactly what it was that I wanted.
Steve got behind me again and pushed me down so that my tits mashed against John's heaving chest. I felt his round cockhead push against my bunghole and I relaxed. His tool pushed up my ass, stretching my bunghole pleasantly. It didn't hurt at all to have Steve work his hard tool in my ass. John had opened me up so much when he raped me that Steve's cock felt just big enough to give me pleasure without the pain.
I was stuffed with cock fore and aft. I squirmed between the two heaving, sweating, straining bodies. Their cocks sawed into my pussy and ass as I wriggled my hips from side to side. I kissed John on the lips, working my tongue into his mouth as his stabbing prick rammed up my crease. Steve kissed me on the back of the neck, his hot breath cooling my even hotter flesh.
My hands were crushed under Steve's weight as he bore into me, driving his tool full-length into my ass until his balls flopped against my cock-filled cunt.
"I'm so hot," I hissed, turning my face away from John. He kissed one side of my face as Steve kissed the other, flicking his tongue in my ear.
"Arrrrrggggghhhhh!" Steve groaned, biting my ear as jets, of his boiling cum shot up my ass. "Fuuuuuck!" His prick stabbed into me as he pushed me down harder against John's cock. My clit, forced to rub against John, exploded and I, too, screamed out obscenities as I climaxed.
"Here it is, cunt." John whispered in my ear as his massive balls pumped his spunk in my tight, juicy twat. His long cock expanded to an even greater size as he filled my cunt with jism that warmed my insides.
"So… so fucking good," I panted, resting my cheek against John's. "I've never cum that hard in my life. Never before have I cum that hard. The two of you are the greatest. The greatest fuckers in the whole world."
We stayed there on the floor with me sandwiched between them. Steve started to groan and pumped his cock into my ass a few more times.
"No, don't get off me," I whispered. "Don't take your prick out of my ass. I want it there. It feels so good, too good to take it out of me."
After several minutes Steve finally got off me and I rolled off John, releasing his limp rod from my pussy. John got on his knees near my face and grabbed a handful of hair.
"Suck it, cunt! Clean my cock," he said, jerking my head up by the hair.
"Owww! I'll suck your cock," I said, "just don't pull my…" John cut me short by stuffing his limp prick in my mouth. His fleshy tool tasted tart with that unforgettable combination of cuntjuice and spunk. I took his rod down my throat, sucking hard, pleased when I drew a final drop of cream. John pulled my head back and forth along his shaft a couple times, then pushed me off his cock and stood up.
"Now me," Steve said, waving his prick in front of my face.
"No, Stevie, it's been in my ass."
"If you want the bitch to suck your cock," John told Steve, "just make her do it. What the fuck can she do to stop you with her hands tied?"
"Hey, that's right." Steve straddled my head and touched the tip of his cock to my lips. It was futile to try and stop him, so I licked his cock clean without another word. His cock did taste a little weird, but nothing terribly bad and that surprised me. When his cock was clean of everything but a little bit of my spit, he got up and started to dress.
"Someone untie me," I said, getting up to my knees.
John and Steve joked around a while, saying they weren't going to untie me. Finally I promised to suck both their cocks and fuck them crazy at a later date. When they left I hardly had time to get dressed for work.